Old Times #7
"... I'll be the one to do it! Never forget who's in control here. William!"
'Whatever makes you feel better about yourself, you pansy' Spike was thinking, as Angelus struggled out of his grip long enough to unbutton himself and free his erection.
"It's Spike!" he grunted, as Angelus dropped his weight down on to him again. "How many times do I have to tell you?"
'Oh my god! This shouldn't feel so..... oh god!' His vampire face retreated, fangs retracted.
"Shut your mouth 'til I tell you how to use it properly!" Angelus snarled, trying so hard not to let Spike see just what this position was doing to him. And as an afterthought, "Boy!"
"What's the matter? Memory failing you these days?" Spike grinned, shifting his hips and causing their cocks to collide. "Old man...."
Angelus' eyes flashed, dangerous and yet.... "I won't warn you again!" he snapped, grabbing Spike's wrists and pinioning them above the young vampire's head.
Spike bucked beneath him, still smirking maddeningly. And then slowly ran his long purple-pink tongue over his teeth, licking up Angelus' blood, eyes half-closing in pleasure. Delicious! Angelus swallowed. It wasn't supposed to be like this! A droplet from the bite wound at his neck fell onto Spike's cheek as he loomed over him, a startling crimson against the lad's pale skin. Exaggerating, rather than marring, his beauty. Spike's cock was so hard, and yet so silky, rubbing against his own....
Subtly increasing the pressure at Spike's wrists, and growling deep in the back of his throat, he stooped to slowly lap at his own blood, tongue lingering, then tentatively tracing along the line of Spike's cheekbone. The quiver this provoked in Spike's body felt like delicate ripples beneath Angelus, as if he were being carried along on a gentle stream; and Spike's slightly parted lips and involuntary gasp, a surprisingly pleasurable accompaniment. A second or two passed, as their eyes locked; both men silent, and very very still. This was disturbing!
And then the moment was gone.
"Is that it?" Spike drawled, voice now low, husky. "Have you taught me my lesson?"
Angelus narrowed his eyes. Was William really so naïve? He tried to ignore the pressure in his balls, the feeling that they were about to explode. William had to be forced to eat dirt before he could allow himself that release.
"Haven't even begun" he retorted.
"Really?" Spike suddenly threw his full force behind the effort of heaving Angelus over, sideways, and amidst the frantic scramble of legs and clouds of dust being raised as they tussled, he managed to free his arms and clamber to his knees.
His shirt hung in tatters from him, face streaked with blood, hair dishevelled. And his erection still standing proud and tall through torn pants..... Angelus knew that he was in well nigh the same state and he had to reassert his dominance. And he had to have him! Now!
"Most definitely!" He rolled from his prone position and tackled Spike back to the ground, face first this time, throwing himself on top of him before Spike had a chance to react. Or so he thought.
Angelus couldn't see the smug expression on Spike's face as he squirmed beneath him, offering only token resistance as his grandsire tugged down his pants, just enough to expose his buttocks.
It wouldn't have pleased him.
But the startled look in his eyes as Angelus grabbed his hair and forced his head down hard against the stony earth would have been more gratifying.
And the bewilderment on his face, followed swiftly by shock, as Angelus pried apart his buttocks with his now filthy fingers, would have been too much; would have sent him over the edge far too soon.
Spike really was so naïve, afterall....
"Lesson the First" Angelus almost sang in his ear. "Take it like a man." Before cruelly thrusting his cock into Spike's tiny, tight entrance without further preamble.
"... I'll be the one to do it! Never forget who's in control here. William!"
'Whatever makes you feel better about yourself, you pansy' Spike was thinking, as Angelus struggled out of his grip long enough to unbutton himself and free his erection.
"It's Spike!" he grunted, as Angelus dropped his weight down on to him again. "How many times do I have to tell you?"
'Oh my god! This shouldn't feel so..... oh god!' His vampire face retreated, fangs retracted.
"Shut your mouth 'til I tell you how to use it properly!" Angelus snarled, trying so hard not to let Spike see just what this position was doing to him. And as an afterthought, "Boy!"
"What's the matter? Memory failing you these days?" Spike grinned, shifting his hips and causing their cocks to collide. "Old man...."
Angelus' eyes flashed, dangerous and yet.... "I won't warn you again!" he snapped, grabbing Spike's wrists and pinioning them above the young vampire's head.
Spike bucked beneath him, still smirking maddeningly. And then slowly ran his long purple-pink tongue over his teeth, licking up Angelus' blood, eyes half-closing in pleasure. Delicious! Angelus swallowed. It wasn't supposed to be like this! A droplet from the bite wound at his neck fell onto Spike's cheek as he loomed over him, a startling crimson against the lad's pale skin. Exaggerating, rather than marring, his beauty. Spike's cock was so hard, and yet so silky, rubbing against his own....
Subtly increasing the pressure at Spike's wrists, and growling deep in the back of his throat, he stooped to slowly lap at his own blood, tongue lingering, then tentatively tracing along the line of Spike's cheekbone. The quiver this provoked in Spike's body felt like delicate ripples beneath Angelus, as if he were being carried along on a gentle stream; and Spike's slightly parted lips and involuntary gasp, a surprisingly pleasurable accompaniment. A second or two passed, as their eyes locked; both men silent, and very very still. This was disturbing!
And then the moment was gone.
"Is that it?" Spike drawled, voice now low, husky. "Have you taught me my lesson?"
Angelus narrowed his eyes. Was William really so naïve? He tried to ignore the pressure in his balls, the feeling that they were about to explode. William had to be forced to eat dirt before he could allow himself that release.
"Haven't even begun" he retorted.
"Really?" Spike suddenly threw his full force behind the effort of heaving Angelus over, sideways, and amidst the frantic scramble of legs and clouds of dust being raised as they tussled, he managed to free his arms and clamber to his knees.
His shirt hung in tatters from him, face streaked with blood, hair dishevelled. And his erection still standing proud and tall through torn pants..... Angelus knew that he was in well nigh the same state and he had to reassert his dominance. And he had to have him! Now!
"Most definitely!" He rolled from his prone position and tackled Spike back to the ground, face first this time, throwing himself on top of him before Spike had a chance to react. Or so he thought.
Angelus couldn't see the smug expression on Spike's face as he squirmed beneath him, offering only token resistance as his grandsire tugged down his pants, just enough to expose his buttocks.
It wouldn't have pleased him.
But the startled look in his eyes as Angelus grabbed his hair and forced his head down hard against the stony earth would have been more gratifying.
And the bewilderment on his face, followed swiftly by shock, as Angelus pried apart his buttocks with his now filthy fingers, would have been too much; would have sent him over the edge far too soon.
Spike really was so naïve, afterall....
"Lesson the First" Angelus almost sang in his ear. "Take it like a man." Before cruelly thrusting his cock into Spike's tiny, tight entrance without further preamble.